I can play my music and my nieces know the words that shit make me cry
This rap shit for birds I know I'm famous in my baby's eyes
I'm sorry I'm not sorry
Say she miss me but don't call enough
Need to call my sister say she miss me I don't call enough
I was playing toys and I needed a pistol
Go get that sack bring it back for a twenty
Lightskin nigga
Way less suspicious
Was shaving my dice still got struck for fifty
Ain't have it I called up my momma
Adding more stress to her life she ain't got it
Lied and told her that shit was a fine for a boot
She sighed she knew I was lying
Felt like I had no more options
Picked up a pistol was looking for licks started robbing
This is the first time I think that she hearing this shit if you listening momma I'm sorry
Remember sitting at the graduation
Remember they told you that I wouldn't make it
Jalen was sitting two rows up ahead
We was laughing remember the look on the faces
Shit was priceless